I want a beatiful godess to humiliate me.
Calling me a loser, flipping me off and showing loser sign.
Denying me, countdowns for me to cum but always ruined.
Lauging at my suffering, they know i love it, and that makes me a pethetic loser.

my mom was home drinking in the afternoon with her friends, around 10pm she is going to bed, i am a  naughty son and i turn into her pussy (she is lying down and doesn't know what is coming). i start to make her pussy lips itch, she does nothing but i am insistent and cause even more itching, she can't help it and slides her finger over her lips to relieve the sensation, (omg i turned into mommy's pussy and she is sliding her finger over me. she doesn't know what is happening, her finger feels amazing). since she was drinking i don't have to force her to continue rubbing me, (she is a mature woman and knows very well how to satisfy herself and cum. i didn't know it and i am about to pay the consequences).  she starts to gently slide her finger over my lips, over and over again, little by little I could feel myself starting to get soaked and I couldn't help it, mommy's finger feels amazing. little by little she starts to rub her finger over my clit, it's the best feeling in the world, I can feel my mommy's body starting to writhe with pleasure, she's trying not to moan, her eyes are closed, she must be fantasizing about someone, little by little she can't help it anymore and she lets out soft moans and starts whispering dirty things. I'm soaked and her finger feels incredibly good and hearing her moans and dirty talk doesn't help much, 5 minutes later I SQUIRT!!!! OMG!!! momy you made me feel good 😳.  her legs are cramping, my lips are still shaking and she starts rubbing my lips again, I can't take it anymore, the feeling of pleasure is uncontrollable and I'm soaked, but she continues to rub my lips aggressively, 2 minutes later she made me SQUIRT again !! OMG I'M IN HEAVEN AND I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE 😳😵. My mother is insatiable and continues rubbing my clit, I didn't know my mother was a hot mature woman and I'm suffering the consequences. My mother continues with her eyes closed fantasizing, her feet are stiff, I'm soaked and I'm flooded with ecstasy and lust, my mother won't let me rest and I can't do anything to stop it, 10 minutes later I don't want any more war, I'm shaking with pleasure and I make her cum !!!.  (amazing!!! my mom is so hot, she thought it was just another night session before bed, but her naughty son had temporarily transformed into her pussy, and I could feel all the pleasure she felt). she left her finger inside me and fell asleep starting to snore, mommy's pussy is so warm and creamy her finger still inside me feels incredible and I sleep transformed into her pussy

My penis is so very tiny, 3.25 inches erect. I hate myself for it. Having a micropenis automatically disqualifies you for fucking any girl above a 3/10 on the hotness scale. I know damn well that any girl who's even average looking will reject me for my micropenis because they can afford to reject guys for their size; while fat, ugly women cannot. I can never have sex with a girl who weighs less than me because of my pathetic little pee-pee. Men with big dicks deserve only the hottest girls, while guys with micropenises deserve only the biggest, fattest, ugliest women, if anyone at all. The bigger your cock is, the more of a man you are. The worst person in the world with a big cock is a better human being than the best person in the world with a small cock. I also climax so quickly that calling it premature ejaculation doesn’t do it justice. I WISH I suffered from premature ejaculation. This is why I choose to watch porn instead of trying to get laid. Porn is so fucking hot! I’ve had sex before, but the porn experience is so much more arousing and exciting for me. I’m pretty picky on what I watch though. I only watch boy/girl one-on-one scenes or FFM threesomes. The girls must be completely naked from head to toe (my collection contains just a few exceptions that made me feel just right). Also, I’ll nope straight the fuck away from a scene once I see the guy using a stupid damn condom. Is there anyone else out there that can identify with this? Unless someone replies, I’ll know that this situation is unique to just me.

We want to hear from other’s into FEMDOM, submissive male toilets, and and use their pathetic genitals as ashtrays. We’d like to hear how you brutalize your sub. We  admire women who assert themselves over their weak beta male partners. We see too much of the males degrading women and not enough of strong women over weak males. 

Where are you brutal women! Let’s hear about and see your submissive husbands and boyfriends suffer and squirm under your control. 

I confess it turns me on when other men have sex and humiliating fantasies of my girlfriend. What would you do to her? Punish her and make her suffer.

I want my wife to hang high in her udders only and tied up behind her back. But there is a problem. She is quite petite and not very well equipped. I think it will be hard to get the ropes to stay in place. Anyone who has experience in this area and could give me a tip or two? I don’t want to tie her around the back since I think that ruins the whole thing. It is the tits that should suffer her whole weight! 

In mid-May, I took a road trip to SW Minnesota to visit my long-time FWB. We've spent long weekends together in the past, going back to the fall of 2013, but this was the first time I'd be staying at her place -- a double-wide trailer outside a small Minnesota town of about 15,000. It was our first meeting since October 2021. In the interim her dog had died, she'd dumped a "boy toy" 30 years her junior, suffered a hysterectomy, and was taking medication to help her cope with her agoraphobia (fear of public places). In past years, we'd always met at a hotel or Airbnb in the Twin Cities, about a two-hour drive from her place, so this would be quite a departure (venue-wise) from our standard weekend fuck fest.

She's exactly 20 years younger than I am (minus four days!), a natural redhead (my Scandinavian princess!), extremely bi-sexual (her words), and clearly the hottest woman I've been with sexually. I'm constantly amazed at her interest in me, since I'm a lot older, not particularly good-looking, about 25 pounds overweight, and definitely NOT hung. But every time we're together, she's really happy to spend time with me. On more than one occasion she's said, "I feel smarter when I'm with you." I guess that's a good thing.

I got to town on Sunday morning and came by her place at 10:00. T was dressed in a t-shirt and yoga pants, with bare feet. She's a night-owl, whereas I'm definitely a morning person. In fact, one of the first things we talked about when I got to her place -- just outside town in a fairly rural area -- was our circadian incompatibility. As I was making buttermilk pancakes for us (from scratch!), I said, "You know, we'd never be compatible enough to live together, since you're up 'til all hours and I'm in bed by 10:00." It was a nonsense issue, anyway, since she'd never move to Denver (her daughter and grandson are 10 minutes away), and there's no way I'd willingly move to where she lives. Oh -- and another complication involves the fact that I'm married (although she thinks my wife is actually my lesbian roommate, and thankfully they've never met).

Interestingly, she countered my "couldn't live together" statement with a surprising suggestion. "Well," she said, coming up behind me and pressing her braless breasts against my back as I was mixing pancake batter. "We could always compromise. You could stay up until 11, I'd get up at 8, and we could have sex at night, instead of in the morning when you seem to be at your horniest." I followed up with, "Every night?" She replied, "I suppose, five out of seven."

She was unnecessarily self-conscious about her appearance, which is why she spent most of the time we were together in fairly baggy tops and long pants in place of shorts. At 5'5, she'd always weighed around 110-115 pounds, but after taking anti-depressants to help with her agoraphobia, she'd gained about 30 pounds. "One bonus, I guess," she declared ironically, "Is that I'm a 36C or D instead of a 32B, but now the only bras that fit me right are sports bras." I told her multiple times during my visit that I thought she looked as desirable as ever, but she wasn't entirely buying it.

We spent the rest of Sunday checking out the town (such as it is) and had dinner at an Italian restaurant before going to a newly opened ice cream shop for dessert. Back at her place, she fired up a bong with some home-grown ganja (it's legal in Minnesota) and enticed me to take a few hits as well. One thing about T -- getting high means getting horny, and she didn't spare the smoke. It was my first foray since college, and she thought it was HILARIOUS that I hadn't indulged in close to 50 years. However, it seemingly had no effect on me, which she found equally funny. We ended up watching a PBS special on the life and times of Richard III of England, which apparently was much more entertaining for her in her altered state.

After a shower, I put on some short summer PJs and climbed into bed. She joined me about 10 minutes later wearing a different baggy t-shirt and long-leg pajama bottoms. She again expressed her displeasure with her weight gain, explained she hadn't had sex since New Year's Eve (the boy toy's final campaign, as it turned out), and stated she wasn't ready to "do anything" with me. I knew she'd consumed a fair amount of silly smoke, but I truthfully told her I was OK with that and didn't want to pressure her into anything. She switched off the light, and I figured that was that.

After about five minutes, she asked, "Are you asleep?" At the moment I was semi-hard and trying to figure out how I could jerk off without disturbing her. When I told her I was still awake, she asked, "Would you like a hand job?" Naturally I said yes, stripping off my PJ bottoms and tossing back the covers to give her all the access she required. She reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a tube of lube, spreading it generously on my cock-head and down the shaft before taking a firm grip and stroking me with precision. After a minute or so, she asked, "Does that feel good?" I said, "T, my love, whenever a woman has her hand on a guy's dick, that is a question that never needs to be asked!" She laughed and rested her head on my chest as she continued to stroke earnestly.

Curled up against me as she was, I managed to reach down behind her and slide my hand between her thighs. I wasn't sure she'd let me continue to rub her PJ-covered crotch, but she shifted around to give me better access, so I kept up the pressure. One thing about T -- she goes from zero to 60 faster than a tricked-out Shelby GT. I had her squirming, humping against my hand, and moaning loudly in less than two minutes. Without warning, her mouth engulfed my cock and she was delivering a very satisfactory blow job. I slid my hand inside her pajama bottoms and discovered how wet she was. I quickly had two fingers fully inside her pussy, and her vocalization was suddenly louder and about an octave higher. After a brief minute, she declared, "You just HAVE to fuck me!" Pulling away from me momentarily, she stripped off her PJs and climbed aboard. I was rock-hard and slid inside her with ease. Despite her surgeries a year earlier, she was still as tight as I'd remembered. T loves to be on top, and she was soon grinding her clit against me as she rocked back and forth on my cock.

I wanted to take off her top, but she resisted by saying, "No -- don't!" Instead, I pushed the hem of her t-shirt up above her breasts and tugged on her nipples. That trigged the first of what would prove to be dozens of orgasms that night, as she moaned, grunted, breathed hard, muttered "Oh, fuck" about 50 times, and bent down to kiss me with a ferocity I'd rarely experienced with any woman. After she worked herself into a second orgasm, T climbed off and rolled onto her back. That was my cue to do what I do best -- eat pussy. For the next 60-75 minutes, I had her quivering, crying out obscenities, shaking like a leaf, and coming again and again. The next morning, when I questioned whether she'd enjoyed what was close to a three-hour session, she struck back with my own logic. "When a guy with your skills has his mouth on a woman's clit and his fingers massaging every inch of the inside of her vagina, that's a question you never need to ask!"

Following wave after wave of orgasms, T pushed my face away from her crotch and asked, "Zac, you still hard?" I'd been grinding my erection firmly into her mattress the entire time I was eating her pussy, and it hadn't abated. "You bet," I replied enthusiastically, which was a surprise since it was close to 2 a.m., well past my normal bedtime. "You need to fuck me some more. You can come inside, since I have no more womb." I reminded her I'd had a vasectomy decades ago, at which point she said, "Oh, that's right. Well, what are you waiting for?" She rolled flat on her back and spread her legs wide apart before tugging on my erection and saying, "C'mon, shove it right in." And so I did.

When I was in my 20s and 30s, I suffered from a fairly quick trigger, ejaculation-wise. Now in my early 70s -- and really for the past 10-15 years -- it always takes me a long time to come, but I rarely if ever have difficulty getting and staying hard. Such was the case that night, as I fucked her insistently. She wrapped her legs around me and crossed her ankles to provide some leverage as she tugged me toward her, stroke after stroke. My arms were tiring from propping up my 225-pound body above her, and I started to make a move to disengage so I could find a less stressful position and then re-insert. She sensed I was about to climb off when she pulled me down against her chest and whispered in my ear, "You're not heavy. Just keep fucking me until you come." Who was I to argue with that? At this point she was well into double-digit orgasms, and figuring I'd done all I could to make her feel special, it was time to look after my own release. I let my mind focus on one thing -- the feeling in my cock as it was being gripped by T's pussy. Something like a dozen thrusts later, I froze up and pumped her full of man-jizz (that's what she likes to call it). I was exhausted and let my body press fully against hers. "Get off me, ya big lug!" she called out, half-jokingly, and I withdrew and rolled onto my side of the bed. "I suppose you want me to clean that up?" she asked, scooping up a drop of cum from the tip of my cock with her index finger before putting it into her mouth. "Well," I suggested, "You clean me up and I'll return the favor." "Nah, it's too late," T responded. "You stay there, and I'll bring back a washcloth."

She returned a few minutes later with the promised rag, moistened with warm water, and proceeded to mop up my crotch. "I can't believe how much you came in me," she said. "What -- you were saving it up for a special occasion?" I declared there was no more special occasion for me than being in her bed, which prompted a sensuous kiss on the lips and a "Oh, you're such a sweet-talker!" I was out like a light in less than two minutes, I'm sure, and we slept in until 10:30 the next morning. I awoke before she did (that's almost always the case), and after visiting the bathroom to pee, I came back to bed and tried to get her in the mood for some morning sex. After putting up with my hand rubbing her snatch through the PJs she'd put back on after we'd finished, she pushed me away and said, "Don't! My pussy's sore and I'll need all day to recover." That sounded like a good indicator for what might take place when next we went to be, and indeed it was. To be continued -----

I wanna hear her gag and suffer as I force my cock all the way down her wet throat and hump her slimy pig face

it would be hot to watch this emo bitch suffer

If Kara only knew how badly I want to trap her and force her to suffer through multiple violent sloppy throatpies daily

Now that I am being attacked from everywhere lol and feeling a little mess that You make out of me.. am I bad Master for not caring for others just You? And if we tempt that I just focus on You and what we are crafting? I know my Master likes me being cheeky and last time liked bf fucking me and cheating his gf, tho probably because it makes me blushing and conflicted lol.. such Sadist you are.. anyways as my Master is not up to ruin prude and His toy ;p .. and let me continue her corruption and corrupt bf.. I guess I am just to roll in my powerless and needy sensations.. I said I take it back!!! You are not mean!!! We just like making mess and chaos loll, and tempt, that You do to make me feel like a little slut haha but I am innocent I just want you and well I like doing with you what I shouldn't :p .. see Devil!!!! So you are not meannn it's not challenge!!! Don't kill me!!! Hmm yes indeed we like doing things we shouldn't .. maybe that's why I poke you in this situation, because I miss your company and feeling tooo normal without you!! Whyyy are you making my Master to suffer like this, Sadist!!!?? Stop it! My Master wants to take a bit on me and have me his little temptress!!
p.s. prude and bf are sooo ready to misbehave like that time they were staying at my place and used toy on me in the city lol.. what a hanging trouble that I can't reach :p my Master is higher than me and holding it above my head.. sooo forced i am to behave.. it's sooo confusing loll.. and off we are heading to club ( I'll save all the pics)