Have a fantasy a well-hung stranger barges in on my nude wife in the bathroom.  Bends her over the bathroom sink & fucks her from behind as he makes her watch in the mirror.  Empties his huge load inside her tight pussy & sends her off to work with a river of cum oozing out of her swollen pussy.

♡ analbatass ♡

Plop! plop! plop! In and out of my ass! A good way in then all the way out repeatedly and very fast, each time I pull it out my asshole, it makes a very loud, sloppy plop noise. I like to do this as an anal stretching exercise routine so I set myself a personal slut challenge and resolve to count to a 100 times each time I make my ass plop when pulling out the bat; in and out non-stop, until my ass gives up and remains open wide and I'm just dipping it into my gaping hole with no resistance from my anal sphincter muscles, sliding smoothly in and out, at this stage my pussy is visibly oozing and dripping. There are various examples of this type of dirty and slutty action in my pics and vids as you may observe by visiting my profile and perusing the beloved smut made for your and my own enjoyment. I realise it's very obvious just by looking at me, my demeneour and my behaviour in these pictures and videos that I am an authentic and an undoubtedly real anal slut and It is clear I am enjoying it a lot, impossible to deny it whem you are looking at it. I am a slut! And I am proud of being such a slut for the whole world, and for you, to see and enjoy!

Open your heart, open your ass!

K xoxo ♡ ♡ ♡

♡ anal.bat.ass ♡

plop! plop! plop! in and out of my ass! a good way in then out all the way repeatedly and very fast until you can hear my ass my ass making really loud plop noises, that always makes me cum so hard, then I get the bat as far inside my ass as I can, tickling my insides while my orgasm makes me shake and moan while I push back to get it in deeper up my ass! I like to do this various times, and cum many times, till my legs cant stop shaking and my ass feels super wide and my pussy is oozing...I know it's very obvious by seeing me and my behaviour in these pictures and videos that I am a real anal slut and I really enjoy it, clearly no denying it! and I am proud of being such an slut for the world to see and enjoy!

I like to invite strange men into my home where I suck their cock, rubbing our piss holes together with my wife’s panties, right where her clit lines up, separating them.

ill wrap her panties around his cock while I tongue the tip of his dick. I finally have in cum in my mouth the first shot, the oozing second and third shot I made sure soaked into her panties, you guessed it, making sure it went right where my wives clit lines up.

i swear, i got so lucky, the very next day she put those dirty panties, with that strangers dried cum on. The fact she went all day re moisturizing her dirty panties with her own juices, has my beta bitch cock so hard. 

♡ analbatassgape ♡

plop! plop! plop! in and out of my ass! a good way in then out all the way repeatedly untill you can hear my ass making plop noises unable to close and almost staying constantly gaped! I had my ass fucked really fast so it made really loud plop noises, that always makes me cum so hard, then I got the bat as far inside my ass as I could, tickling my insides while my orgasm made me shake and moan while I pushed back to get it in deeper up my ass! I like to do this various times, and cum many times, till my legs cant stop shaking and my ass feels super wide and my pussy is oozing...I know it's very obvious by seeing me and my behaviour in these pictures and videos that I am a real anal slut and I really enjoy it, clearly no denying it! and I am proud of being such an slut for the world to see and enjoy!

plop! plop! plop! in and out of my ass! a good way in then out all the way repeatedly untill you can hear my ass making plop noises unable to close and almost staying constantly gaped! my ass fucked really fast and really loud makes me cum so hard, then I want the bat as far inside my ass as I can tickling my insides while my orgasm makes me shake and I moan while I push back to get it in deeper up my ass! I like to do this various times, and cum many times, till my legs cant stop shaking and my ass feels super wide and my pussy is oozing fluid...I know I am a real anal slut and I am proud of it!

This is me giving up my wife at a weekend swap party to 4 of the biggest black brothers with 4 of the biggest cocks I've ever seen with my blessing to have fun and anything goes as long as you don't physically hurt her. I only ask that they video everything they do to her as payment for lending her to them for the weekend. Which they were happy to do.Even as she protested mightily I had already made up my mind and she had no choice in the matter as she soon realized as they drug her kicking and screaming out from the party into their van and drove away to a motel on the outside of town. When they returned my wife to me you could tell she been run through a gauntlet. You could tell she'd been fucked 10 ways from Sunday. I never asked her what they all put her through or did she ever relate to me what she had endured. I don't know if she knew they taped her being gang fucked over and over and if she did she never said mentioned it. It don't matter anyway since I have her whole ordeal on video. Anything they could think of they did over and over. Dp'd her to many times to count, deepthroated her continuesily. Got her airtight constantly and was oozing cum from all her orafacies including both nostrils. When they brought her home they had to carry her in the house because there was no way she would of been able to walk in on her own. I could go on and on but I think you get my gist. Hit me up if you want to hear more.

imagion how your cock would look oozing out my freshly fucked pussy

ROUND THREE / UNEXPECTED DAY THREE

Continuation of my Minnesota adventure: May 2024 [another very long post]

To recap:
I was visiting T, my 52-year-old long-time red-haired FWB, for the first time since October 2021. In the interim, she’d had major female surgery, put on some unwanted weight due to the anti-depressant meds she’d been taking (although she still looked amazing to me), and dumped a 20-y/o lover because “he came too fast, didn’t have a decent job, and couldn’t eat pussy to save his life.” I’d made the drive from Denver to her small town, located a couple of hours southwest of the Twin Cities, with the intent of doing what we always did. That involved catching up on news since the last time we were together, taking in concerts, museums and other attractions while spending the weekend in the Twin Cities, and having sex – lots and lots of sex.

I woke up around 7:30 Tuesday morning, following another three-hour fuck session that had wrapped up around two a.m. Because T babysits her two-year-old grandson every weekday afternoon, I had only planned to sleep over for two nights and then come back for her on Friday. She was dead asleep alongside me, with the covers pulled up over her head, so I left her alone and got dressed in the living room. Her car, a Ford Focus, had been running on fumes the previous evening, so I filled it up at the nearest gas station and then stopped off at a drive-thru for a bagel. Culinary note: I asked for the bagel to be toasted, with cream cheese on the side. Who the fuck toasts a bagel without slicing it first??? Sheesh.

Anyway, I returned to her place and was having my breakfast when T came out of the bedroom and plopped down beside me. I noticed she’d put on yoga pants and a loose-fitting sweatshirt, which clearly indicated she was officially "not in the mood." She is NOT a morning person, and that includes morning sex. I offered her half my bagel, which she declined. She’s also not a breakfast person. “Are you sure you want to leave today?” T asked. “I thought we settled that on Sunday,” I replied. “I’ll be back Friday afternoon and we’ll spend the weekend in St. Paul.” She gave me one of those inscrutable looks that leave guys like me clueless. “Well, Donna is coming over for dinner. We do this every few weeks and, besides, she wants to meet you.”

Donna was one of T’s former coworkers, a tall Nordic blonde who’d succumbed to T’s bisexual charms during a blizzard in February and was apparently still infatuated with my red-haired Viking princess. “You can leave if you want,” T teased, “but you’ll miss out on a fun dinner.” Something told me that dinner wasn’t the only thing I’d miss by heading north, so I agreed to delay my drive by a day. Hey – I may be clueless when it comes to women, but I like to think I’m not an idiot!

We spent most of the day pretty much the same as on Monday, watching TV, reading, and having light-hearted conversation. After homemade bean burritos for lunch, I agreed to help her sort through her massive clothes collection that took up most of a second bedroom. It was a claustrophobic environment dominated by two huge dressers her grandparents had left to her. Piles of clothes occupied every flat surface, but the drawers were nearly empty. Our task was to divide the wardrobe up into Donate and Keep. I suggested the latter category was likely to include “fits me now” and “I hope it’ll fit again someday.” That remark earned me a not-so-playful punch on my arm, followed immediately by an offer to “kiss and make it better.”

For about two hours, I pulled out articles of clothing as T passed judgment on each item’s future. It was really humid, even with the a/c running, so she'd changed into a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that had been cut down into shorts. Occasionally she felt compelled to try things on to see if they fit – some did, but many did not – which meant she was regularly showing me her tits while putting on blouses, and turning around to show off her lovely ass with each skirt or pair of pants we came across. There was hardly any floor space, so we were constantly bumping into each other. T was also being very tactile – stroking my arm, smacking me on the ass when I didn’t move out of her way fast enough, and delivering a series of random kisses. Finally, I got up the courage to ask about her behavior.

“You know,” I began apprehensively, “I can’t help but notice how affectionate you are. It’s like the old T has returned.” During past visits, she’d regularly initiated public displays of affection, but I never felt comfortable asking about this behavior – mostly because I didn’t want it to stop. “Why now; why me?” She froze with her hand halfway reaching for a hanger and turned to face me. “You really want to know?” she asked quietly. “Always,” I said. “I used to behave like this a lot, because I’m an affectionate person, but my actions kept getting taken the wrong way. Nearly every guy I’ve been with assumed I was coming on to them sexually, as in, I wanted to fuck them right then and there. You, on the other hand, never give me that vibe, because I know you truly care about me as a person, not just some sex object.”

I must have had a weird look on my face while trying to process what she’d said, because she stepped over the huge pile of clothes still on the floor and bumped up against me, wrapping her arms around my neck and planting a seriously hard kiss on my mouth. The phrase, “You know I adore you,” escaped my lips before I could even think about what I was saying. In return, T took half a step back and countered with, “Well, if you must know, I really DO want to fuck you, but that’ll have to wait because it’s almost time for me to go be with my grandson.” With that she giggled, pushed past me to climb out of the room, and called back in my direction as she was putting on her sneakers, “I’m watching him over at their place, because I don’t want to inflict him on you two days in a row. I’ll be back around 4:30.” And with that, she departed.

At 5:00 there was a knock on the door, so I hopped off the couch and went to answer it. T had previously texted me to say she wouldn’t be home until six o’clock but offered no further details. I opened up to greet a tall, slender woman with close-cropped blonde hair and a narrow face, carrying a grocery bag in each hand. I said, “You must be Donna,” at the same moment she said, “You must be Zac,” and we both laughed. I grabbed the bags out of her hands and took them straight to the kitchen. Since T lives in a double-wide trailer (err, “manufactured”) home, the counter was a mere three steps away. I explained that T was running late, and Donna countered with, “Yeah, she called to tell me that while I was at the Hy-Vee (the local supermarket), so I should just get dinner ready without her.” I offered to act as a backup chef, so we both did food prep. The menu included cucumber salad with onion, sliced tomatoes drizzled with olive oil, beer cheese soup, a baguette of French bread, and strawberry ice cream for dessert.

As we worked, we chatted amiably. I was curious about T’s experiences while working alongside Donna, and she confirmed that the stories I’d heard about harassment were true. “She just seems to attract asshole guys,” Donna said with conviction. Then, as she realized what she’d said, added, “Well, not you, obviously.” I laughed and countered with, “The jury might still be out on that one,” but she was quick to disagree. “Oh, no. T says you’re the sweetest guy. She told me you filled up her tank yesterday.” I couldn’t resist the double entendre. “You mean her car’s gas tank, right?” Donna burst out laughing. “Yeah – that, too.”

But before we could delve into additional semi-smutty talk, T returned and gave Donna a big hug and kiss. “Did you rope Zac into helping you with dinner?” she asked. “He volunteered and did a great job cutting up the vegetables,” she replied. I’d suggested we do the salad Hungarian style, dressed with sour cream, vinegar, and a dash of paprika. Lacking a dining table, we took our plates and bowls to the living room – five steps from the kitchen (!!) – and ate at the coffee table. I parked myself on T’s leather recliner, while the ladies sat on the couch.

After dessert, I gathered up the dishes and offered to do clean-up, to which there were no objections! While I was washing, drying and putting things away, T dragged out her cannabis paraphernalia and the two of them were soon “dabbing away.” Donna asked if they should save some for me, but T put the kibosh on that. “He’s got too much of a tolerance for pot,” T explained. “We split a tube Sunday night, and he didn’t even get high. I don’t think it affected him at all.” I chimed in with, “Well, it made me horny.” T responded with a laugh. “Geez, Zac, you’re hornier than any guy I know, so it clearly wasn’t the pot talking.” Naturally, Donna had to come back with, “So, how horny was he?” There was some whispering that followed between the two of them, and I was too far away to hear the conversation, except for the part where Donna said out loud, “How many times?” and then followed with “Oh, my god.”

I wrapped up my KP duties and started back toward my seat when T piped up with a request. “Zac, honey – can you go pick up something for us to drink? We’re too wasted to drive.” I reminded her we still had that Smirnoff swill from the night before, but T said, “Oh, I poured that out. It wasn’t very good.” That was the understatement of the week! Donna suggested a bottle of wine so, after a brief discussion of white versus red, they agreed “red” was the best choice. I grabbed my car keys and left the two of them puffing away on the couch.

The same woman who’d helped us the previous evening was back behind the counter. “How was that Smirnoff?” she asked. “Looking for another bottle?” [That's the issue with small towns; everyone knows your business!] I told her it was the worst stuff I’d tasted since that shot of vodka I’d sampled in a Bratislava grocery store decades earlier. That got a laugh out of her, and we chatted for about ten minutes about our respective overseas adventures, until I suddenly remembered why I was there. Two minutes and $15 later, I was on my way back to T’s place with what was reportedly a halfway decent bottle of California Cabernet.

As I walked into her place, the lights were off and no one was up front. I set the bottle down and slowly felt my way forward. The bedroom door was closed, and the rest of the place was nearly pitch-black. Because of the harsh Minnesota winters and the lack of decent insulation in her place, T keeps all the windows blocked year-round, because “it’s too much trouble to always be redoing them.” It’s like a goddamned cave in there; you can’t tell whether it’s day or night without opening the door and looking outside. I had my hands outstretched to aid in moving ahead, but thankfully it’s a very narrow hallway with no obstacles. I put my ear to the bedroom door but couldn’t make out any sounds. I thought about calling out, but instead I retraced my steps to the living room, stripped down to just my boxer briefs, and returned to where I’d just been standing.

As quietly as I could, I twisted the door handle and pulled the bedroom door open. The first thing I noticed was a pile of women’s clothes lying on the floor. Peeking around the corner, I saw two naked women erotically positioned and illuminated by the dim bedside lamp at the far side of the room. T was lying on her back, her thighs spread wide and the fingers of her left hand making slow circles around her clit. Donna was sitting on T’s face, grinding away, while the palms of her hands were pressed flat against the bedroom wall, since T’s double bed has no headboard. Neither woman was being particularly vocal – Donna was breathing hard, but quietly, whereas whatever sounds T was making were being directed straight into Donna’s vagina. I took off my boxers and began to stroke my cock, which was quickly at attention.

I was being quiet, but Donna turned her head and caught me out of the corner of her eye as I was standing at the side of the bed with my cock in my hand. “Guess—who’s—back?” Donna managed to announce, in between gasps for air. T mumbled something that I couldn’t understand, but Donna was apparently skilled at interpreting mouth-to-pussy speech. “She wants you to go down on her,” Donna translated, so I wasted no time climbing onto the bed and hopping to it. I pushed T’s hand aside and wrapped my lips around her little button-clit. I sucked on it hard, which really sets her off, and then I shoved two fingers deep into her pussy.

Eighteen months earlier, when T had the first of two back-to-back vaginal surgeries, she was worried they would affect her “pleasure parts,” as she called them. But for the past two nights, I was a witness that she was as orgasmic as she’d ever been. Meanwhile, Donna was raking her crotch up and down T’s mouth, and I looked up just as T took the hand she’d been using on her clit and stuck her middle finger deep into Donna’s ass. “Well, that’s an interesting turn of events,” I thought to myself. T was not a fan of anal play on herself, although she occasionally enjoyed it when I moistened my index finger and rimmed her butthole while simultaneously circling her clit with my tongue. She calls it “the double roundabout.” This was the first time I’d seen her finger-fuck another woman in the ass, although she’s never been shy about pounding a girlfriend’s other hole with her fingers. It didn’t take long for me to get T bucking and moaning, and I stayed with it until she exploded into a thigh-quivering orgasm.

After lifting myself up to catch a breath, I decided not to continue with more cunnilingus but instead mounted T, shoving my cock into her ultra-moist pussy. She made a half-hearted effort to push me away, but my 225 pounds was no match for her 140, so I stayed put. With Donna’s firm ass staring me in the face – she hadn’t dismounted from T’s face, despite already having had at least one orgasm – I balanced precariously on top of T and used my hands to grip Donna’s buttocks and spread them apart. Seconds later, she had the experience of two tongues on her, with one at each hole.

T mumbled something, with Donna apparently understanding her query, because she replied, “He’s got his tongue in my ass.” I sure did! But while focusing my attention on the shapely tush in front of me, I’d stopped fucking T and simply left my cock motionless, albeit balls-deep in her pussy. She seemed miffed by this lack of attention, because she responded by wrapping her legs around my thighs and humping up against me, fighting to attain yet another orgasm. Donna came with a grunt and a shudder, moaned, “Ohhhh, gawd!” and rolled off T’s face to collapse on the far side of the bed. Unfortunately, her unexpected dismount caused her knee to smack against the side of my head, and I think I might have lost consciousness for a few seconds. When I regained my senses, I’d rolled off T, having ended up on the same side of the bed where Donna had landed.

“Are you OK?” Donna asked, with concern in her voice. “Did I hurt you?” I pressed my hand to the spot where her knee had made contact with my skull. “No blood, no foul, I guess,” was my flippant reply, which was enough to elicit a hearty laugh from both women. It seemed like a good time to take a break, so I slid down to lie across the bottom edge of the mattress and laid my head on my outstretched arm. T said, “I think we could all use a drink,” and for once, I agreed that was a good idea. She climbed off the bed and slipped quickly into the kitchen, where we could hear her cursing because she couldn’t immediately find a corkscrew. I was torn between remaining in the bedroom and watching Donna play with her clit, which she was doing absent-mindedly, and following T into the kitchen to lend a hand with the wine. With the cry, “Zac – come here. I need you,” the decision was made for me.

I found T leaning back against the sink, the wine bottle in one hand and a fairly elaborate corkscrew device in the other. “I think I’m too high to figure this out,” she admitted, so I relieved her of both items and managed to extract the cork without damaging my hand, or my male ego. T looked absolutely delicious, nude with her pale pink nipples at full attention, her flushed skin accentuating the freckles on her chest, her red triangle down below curly and enticing, and the tang of pussy juice in the air. We stood there, wordlessly, for a few seconds – each checking out the other person’s body – until she reached out and wrapped her hand around my semi-tumescent cock. Then, she uttered a sentence any red-blooded male would love to hear in that situation: “I want to watch you fuck Donna, and then I’ll clean you both up.”

She and I have performed this act before, but the last time was pre-COVID. Back in 2019, while spending a fuck-filled four-day weekend in a St. Paul Airbnb, she’d picked up a waitress at the neighborhood pastry shop. We’d gone there for breakfast two days in a row, where during each visit T got more and more flirty with the young woman behind the counter. On Day Three, after telling me to pay the bill and then scram, she somehow talked Simone into coming over to our place once her shift ended at noon. Awaiting her arrival, T told me Simone was only interested in girl-on-girl sex, which was OK with me. And true to her word, Simone showed up on time, stripped off her clothes, and dove into T’s pussy as if she hadn’t had sex in months – which turned out to be the case. I sat on the sidelines, stroking and watching, as they both worked each other into multiple orgasmic frenzies. Taking a break, T said to Simone, “I’m thinking about sucking Zac’s cock, because I love the taste of his cum, but I’d like it even better if it came dripping out of your pussy.” Simone seemed more than a bit skeptical, until T told her that I’d do her doggy-style so she didn’t have to see me fucking her, and that I’d do my best to ejaculate quickly. Given the stroke job I’d been doing on myself the previous 30 minutes, that last part wasn’t going to be a problem. Simone agreed, somewhat reluctantly, and I took her from behind – a deliciously tight 22-year-old pussy that needed only half a dozen pumps to get blasted. T fulfilled her part of the bargain and even managed to make Simone orgasm one last time as my man-jizz ended up all over T’s face and then down her throat.

On this evening, however, there was no reluctant acceptance on Donna’s part. I carried three full wine glasses into the bedroom, distributed them accordingly, and then T announced the next stage in our hours-long fuck-fest. As soon as T explained what she wanted us to do, Donna and I looked at each other and asked, nearly simultaneously, “How do you want me?” That got all three of us laughing, but T had her own idea. “Do her missionary, Zac, so the cum won’t leak out before I gobble it up.” Thankfully I wasn’t drinking from my wineglass at that moment, because I would have probably done a spit-take onto her lovely striped cotton sheets. Instead, I drained the last of the liquid and handed my glass to T, who set it down on the nightstand closest to the bedroom door. Then I dove forward to shove my face into Donna’s crotch.

I’d caught her by surprise, but she didn’t voice a single objection, instead sliding her butt forward so she could lie flat on the bed. I tongued her slit for a minute or two – she tasted really good – and then hopped up onto my knees and guided my dick into her pussy hole. Donna reached up and pushed against my shoulders. I thought she was doing that to get me off her, but she only wanted to create enough room to pull her knees up and press them against my chest. This was actually a very effective fucking position for me, because her legs acted as a sort of spring against which I could thrust and retract. She supplied at least half of the motion, and I was able to hang onto her knees for leverage instead of having to use my arms to bear the weight of my body.

We built up a good rhythm, with lots of heavy breathing on both our parts. Meanwhile, T was sitting cross-legged on her side of the bed, finger-fucking herself with an in-and-out motion that matched my own pussy pounding. Just as T said to Donna, “Don’t be surprised, but he sometimes takes a while to come,” I froze on the downstroke as my cock pumped three or four streams of cum deep into Donna’s pussy. All she said was, “Done?” and when I could only nod my head, she used her legs to push me off her while holding her ass up off the bed. T swooped in and dove for the gusto, first licking up the drops of cum that had dripped off my cock as I withdrew, and then using her fingers to dig deep for the rest of the load.

I managed to stand up at the foot of the bed, knees sagging a bit against the edge of the mattress to maintain my balance. T was really slurping up what I’d left for her, and I jacked my dick a bit as I watched. Having completed her task on Donna, T spun around and licked me clean. “Fuck, that was fun!” she exclaimed, and then guzzled down the rest of the wine in her glass.

We’d easily passed the three-hour mark, and I was exhausted. The ladies climbed off the bed and headed to the bathroom, while I flopped down onto the mattress with the aim of slipping off to dreamland. T had other ideas, however. “Hey,” she called out, which awakened me from my near-slumber. “Donna’s staying over, so you’ll have to camp out on the couch.” I began to object, but my argument fell on deaf ears. “There’s just no room, Zac. Sorry. You’ll find an extra pillow and a blanket in the room where my clothes are.” I passed Donna on my way down the hall, pillow and blanket in hand. She’d stopped off in the kitchen for a glass of water and patted me on the ass while I was setting things up on the couch. I straightened up and gave her a kiss on the cheek, but she put her hand gently on the side of my face – coincidentally, the same side where she’d kneed me earlier – and gave me a deep kiss on the lips. “I’ll see you in the morning, OK?” she whispered. I thanked her for an amazingly fun time, which got a shy smile from her before she returned to the bedroom and closed the door.

I’m sure I fell asleep within minutes of stretching out on the couch. At six-foot-zero, I had just enough room to lie on my side (my preferred sleeping position) with my knees slightly bent. Even so, my head was pressed against one arm of the couch, and my feet rested up against the other one. Many hours later – I had no idea of the time, since the windows were blocked and my iPhone was in the other room – I was awakened by something stroking my lower leg. Forgetting where I was for a moment, I imagined it was my cat, Jemima, since she rubs up against me every morning as if to say, “Hey, human. It’s time for my breakfast.” So, when I opened my eyes to see Donna perched on the edge of the couch, as naked as she’d been the night before, I regained full consciousness damned quickly.
She put her finger to her lips and motioned for me to slide over. As skinny as she was, there was still hardly any room to accommodate her lying next to me, so she ended up mostly on top, one knee between my legs, her well-trimmed crotch pressed against my hip, her breasts against my chest, and her mouth a mere inch from mine. “I know T isn’t into morning sex,” Donna said in a very low voice, “but I hear you’re quite the fan, right?” I agreed and lifted my head up so I could give her a good-morning kiss. She slipped her tongue into my mouth while reaching down and wrapping her fingers around my rapidly rising cock. “Mmm, morning wood is the best wood, don’t you agree?” she teased. She squeezed me gently, and we continued to make out as she ground her pussy against my hip bone. Once she determined I was sufficiently erect, Donna threw her leg across my body and straddled me effortlessly. “You were on top last night, so now it’s my turn,” she said. Before I could object – not that it even occurred to me to do so – she had my cock all the way inside her pussy and was rocking back and forth on it with gusto. I reached up and tugged on her small nipples, which were like rock-hard cherries, and she worked her way into two very quick and enthusiastic orgasms.
Donna climbed off after her second orgasm but recognized I hadn’t had one. She teased me a bit with her tongue on the very tip of my cock, pushing my hands away as I tried (unsuccessfully) to engage her mouth more fully. “Be a good boy and put your hands behind your head,” she instructed, “or else I’ll leave you to take matters into your own hands.” At my age, I wasn’t sure how much cum I could muster, given the prodigious amount I’d pumped into her pussy just six or seven hours earlier, but any blow job was better than no blow job. [I think I read that saying needlepointed on a pillow, once.] Donna continued to tease my twitching cock, using only her tongue and resting her hands on either side of my body for balance. She must have toyed with me like this for 10 or 15 minutes before finally relenting and taking my dick all the way into her mouth. Her tongue action continued to be amazing as she bobbed her head up and down only slightly. Still, it was enough of a turn-on for me that I managed to ooze out a bit of cum as I orgasmed. Donna gave me a pretty smile, climbed off the couch, and said she was heading to the shower. “You could probably use one, too,” she insisted, so I joined her under a thin stream of warm water and soaped up her body as she returned the favor. We didn’t get into anything more sexual, but I truly enjoyed the mutual contact.

T climbed out of her bedroom about an hour later, already dressed for the day in a t-shirt and yoga pants. Donna and I were sitting on the couch, a respectable distance away from each other, as we watched a local TV news show. T greeted each of us with a kiss and then went into the kitchen to brew herself a cup of tea. Upon her return, she squeezed in between us and stretched out her legs so her feet rested on the coffee table. Looking at each of us in turn, she asked, “So, did you two have a nice morning fuck?” Before either of us could answer, though, she leaned over and kissed Donna on the mouth. “Thanks for taking one for the team,” she giggled. “You know I’m not into pre-noon dick.” I shot back, “I guess I'll set my alarm for 12:05 then.” T stuck out her tongue at me and said, “You’re leaving for St. Paul as soon as you get packed, and Donna will help me with my clothing once you leave.”

After that comeback, I had nothing more to say, so I placed my pjs and my shaving kit into my suitcase and headed for the door. T forestalled me as I passed through the kitchen and wrapped her arms around me in a sensuous hug. “I’ll see you on Friday, lover,” she breathed into my ear, and moments later I was in my car. My final, fleeting thought as I drove down Broadway toward the highway was, “Well, I think my tongue AND my cock can use the three-day break.”

I see you walking down the alley and I just smile but look down. No one else is around and we meet up. You ask how I am but I just stand there silent. You look around and grab my hair and pull my head back slightly, you kiss me and push me against the wall. "I asked how you were!" you ask again in a very demanding tone as you back up and push against me. I just look at you as my hands move to your cock. I start to rub it outside your pants as your hands move to my breasts. You squeeze them and go under my shirt to grab my nipple. You pinch it as I let out a moan, I kiss your neck and whisper 'I need your cock, that's how I am Sir.' Your other hand moves to my breasts as you push against me playing with them. You kiss me one more time as I moan and can't help but get wet from your power. I push you away for a moment and slide down the wall to my knees, your left arm straight as your hand pushes against the wall, your right hand takes your cock out and holds onto it. Before you know it my lips are pushing against your hand as your cock lays on my tongue in my mouth. I move in but you won't move your hand. I move out as my tongue glides on the bottom of your cock and pushes up to make you hard. I get to the tip and it pops out of my mouth. I move back into your hand, you finally move it to put it on the back of my head. You grasp my hair but don't pull me in, you are more or less just using my head as a resting spot. I move forward and sit up slightly for a better angle. I move all the way in and then out. You spread your legs a bit more as your cock grows in my mouth. My lips tightly holding on I start to go in faster, deeper, harder. I move out and start to suck. I love your cock SIr, I need your cock sir. Your grasp becomes harder and you pull my face into your cock. I gag and choke but you hold my head there. You hear people walking and you notice someone looking down. You move your back towards them to make it look like you are just taking a piss. I smile and tilt my head so I can continue to get your cock as far in my throat as possible. You hold my head close to you as I move down slightly. Your cock pushes into my throat. I feel it gets past the point of gagging and holds it there for as long as I can. You don't make a sound but your cock twitches. I start to suck harder and lick faster, pushing my tongue up and down, moving my lips in and out, making them massage your massive shaft. My tongue glides side to side but then I go in deep again. My tongue gets pushed with your big shaft, I push up, I move out as my tongue slides back and forth on you shaft. I move to the tip but just suck and worship. You notice a garbage bin down a little ways so you grab my hair and pull me up. You push me to the garbage and turn me around. Again, I am silent, all I have is a smile. You push my head down as my fat stomach gets pushed against the side. I am bent over in a perfect position. You pull my pants down and shove your cock in my pussy without warning. I scream and my moan echoes in the garbage bin. I hear you laugh as I feel your cock stretching me, pushing into me, feeling your power. I spread my legs a bit more but it makes your cock come out. You grab my hips and stand me up taller, you slap my ass and push me back in, almost lifting my feet up, your cock goes back into my pussy easier this time. "Fucking whore, stretched out already huh" you say as you rub your hands on my back and push your cock in and out of my wet, tight pussy. "this isn't going to work" you say loud enough for me to hear but soft enough so no one knows what you are doing. You pull out and I try to turn around but your strength won't allow it. You see a couple of milk crates by the dumpster and push me to them. You push me over them and the height is perfect. You take too long and I turn around and shove you cock in my mouth and suck harder than before. You stand straight up and stretch slightly. "Fucking cunt!" you tell, maybe to get others to know what you are doing or just to make me listen. I look up at you and your devious smile comes out. You grab my hair and stand me up, you pull my shirt over my head as my tits pop out. You kiss my nipple and bite them slightly, sucking on them, rubbing them with your hands, making them yours. You turn me around and push me over the crates. You shove your cock in my ass and it makes me moan louder than I ever have. "Fucking bitch, I was going to be nice and slow but now..." You slam your cock in deep, holding my hips. I bite my lip and bite my shirt that is over my head. "Shut the fuck up! I don't want anyone to know I am fucking a fucking anal pig!" you tell me and just hearing those words make my pussy leak so much it leaks onto your leg. You reach down and wipe up my juice and pull your cock out. You rub it on you cock and slam it back into my ass. You push hard, fast, fucking your little anal pig. I am about to cum but I try to hold it in, you push one, two, three more times and scratch my back. I start to tense up and you know I want to cum. "CUM" you demand and my legs start to shake and give out. You hold my hips and your big cock in my ass and cum deep. You cum so much it oozes out around your cock. I cum so hard I shake and almost fall over. You pull your cock out half way but then slam it back in. You reach around and touch my clit barely and I start to converse and cum again. You thrust your hips in deeper, holding it in my ass, moving slightly side to side, Making me your toy, controlling me with your cock. I feel your cock twitching in my asshole, I try to get strength to push you away but I can't believe how much I am cumming. "I need to fucking piss pig!" I try to look at you and start shaking my head. My shirt has come down slightly but you pull it and choke me with it. You pull me up but then slam me back down, the milk crates barely holding upright. You take your cock out very slightly and I feel it, I feel a warm liquid filling my asshole. You stand up and push your cock into my ass as if you are standing at a urinal. You pull out and the piss shoots out as you continue to piss on me. It drains down my asshole and eases into my fat pussy lips. I feel it, I feel the hot stream of piss and I can't help it. You see me completely lose it and orgasm. I turn to my side and you push me back on my stomach. You finish pissing as I squirt and cum streams down my thigh into my pants. You shove your cock deep one more time into my pussy. "I want to feel your worthless pussy cunt!" Your tip hits a spot in my pussy and I lose it, you pull my shirt and choke me and I cum one more time. It makes me cum so hard I pass out and go completely limp on the milk crates. I come to as I am on the ground with my pants around my knees and shirt covering my face. I have milk crate marks on my stomach and your cum and piss all over me. You are gone. I get a note that says "you may have more cum than just mine in you, get cleaned up"

Something from Dalila Di Capri's old site:
I am sorry to have taken so long to reply.

Ironically I am recovering from a surgery relating to some residual problems due the the original stabbing.

(I am doing just fine but I have to careful because my belly is still vulnerable to things.)

I was stabbed in the lower belly in what appeared to be a random attack in Los Angeles. A necklace was stolen and a 5 inch blade was left wiggling in my belly.

In a state of ignorance I pulled the blade out of my belly, which caused me to bleed profusely

In my case my small intestines were ruptured. This was not "safe knife play"

Now first of all I want to assure you that in a very real way I was frightened and not at all interested in dying. I did have this fantasy before the attack, but to me it was just a fantasy. I was not contemplating a glorious suicide or anything of the sort.

That being said I can say without a doubt that being stabbed in the lower belly is one of the most deliciously painful experiences imaginable.

It ached in a dull throbbing gnawing way, very much like the female orgasm. I felt the knife go through me in various layers: Some resistant, some soft and compliant.

I came multiple times during the experience, so much so that police saw to it that I was examined for signs fo rape (which did not occur.)

Eventually, I am guessing somewhere between 15 to 20 minutes after the stabbing I started to feel a very sharp slicing pain in my thighs. I was told later in the emergency room that this sensation is common for stabbing victims. That part of it was very unpleasant.

But the deep dull gut pain was absolutely delicious.

Now I too do NOT suggest this for anyone else. I do not want a bunch of Dalila fans to go out and stab themselves in the gut for real just because of what I am saying.

I am admitting that is is as sexy as many of you imagine so that you WONT do it, but instead will take my word for it and enjoy the fantasy without the various nagging health problems that come with it.

This attack BTW happened to me before I started my career as Dalila and has a great deal to do with why I make my films. I want to own what happened to me. I want to control it and turn it back into the purely sexual event that it was without the fear of dying in an untimely manner.

I am sure that most of my fear related to the fact that I was nowhere near being ready to die.

When I do die however, I can think of no sexier way to go than to have a knife shoved into my belly and sliced all the way up to my sternum so that my guts can ooze out of my body.

Perhaps the fates will arrange for such a thing.

In the meantime I act that fantasy out on film.

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